Small to large. Over to through. Going to resting.

A soft breath. A gentle yawn. A piercing cry.

Every empty cup has its fill. The last puzzle piece will be found. There is fulfillment.

At 10,000 feet it’s 23 degrees. At 2,300 feet it’s -17 degrees. The temperature is not solely tied to elevation.

Weights tip the scale back and forth from now vs later. Is it a good trade? Are you giving up too much?